The Only Way Around Is Through.

The People I Want To Hear About Are The People Who Take Risks.

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

When A Friend Calls To Me From The Road And Slows His Horse To A Meaning Walk, I Don't Stand Still And Look Around On All The Hills I Haven't Hoed, And Shout From Where I Am, What Is It? No, Not As There Is A Time To Talk. I Thrust My Hoe In The Mellow Ground, Blade-end Up And Five Feet Tall, And Plod: I Go Up To The Stone Wall For A Friendly Visit.